As you see, the feathers and stilettos got me into the poem, but I think when I revise, they’ll go, along with quite a bit of this. I don’t think it gets going until the last three stanzas.

And I have to confess there may be more energy for poems there. I know all the bad things about brothels and sex for hire. I know there’s a dark side, don’t get me wrong. But I’d be lying to you if I didn’t confess that there’s also something alluring about everyone knowing exactly what it’s all about. A transaction. It may be one of the most honest contexts for it.

You’ll find NaPoWriMo stuff all around. I’ll write a post about that later. And about what I intend to do for the month. But for now, I’ll link to this week’s Big Tent gathering where NaPoWriMo-ers and non-NaPoWriMo-ers are bringing their poems by just like every other weekend.

Mortified if offended, but for me this is the best I have read from you. And one of the things I love is that it’s a work in progress. It could go any which way. Raw, sweaty, unformed like the subject.

Something I would like to add . . .

The girls like to sleep.
The girls like to fuck.
……..The girls have to sleep.
The girls have to fuck.
Truth is inconsistent,
………………………………….but what else is there?

For me those lines make a strong, relevant and realistic poem in their own right begging many questions, answering but a few and only on your terms.

Whilst there may be places to go yet with this poem, as it is you get across powerfully and affectingly your contention ‘that there’s also something alluring about everyone knowing exactly what it’s all about. A transaction. It may be one of the most honest contexts for it’. As the saying is, this one’s got good legs!